My WoOden PrOject Called LovE

I put the show together and wrote a song all while I stood alive and still.  I am full of love in a tenacious sense and would like to whittle the wood to show it off in July.  I shook the dust off and pushed the project out the door to the world, but none of you could care less.  So in turn,  I have pulled it back in and placed it on the hook behind the dark heavy oak door.  I have changed into nothing and gaze in the brook and see her face that I lost not long ago.  My story takes place where only some of you call the hood, where I've put my foot out to take a step as the bull's eye turns my way.  I think I am good to look down and continue on.  So, I have left all the windows down and that one door is open.  Feel free to come in and don't forget the project hanging behind the door, Love...